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Cassandra Winter thought this day would be the beginning of new happiness. In one month, she would be engaged to Alaric, the man of her dreams. But all those hopes were shattered instantly. 

Who could have imagined that her future fiancé was having an affair — and not with just any woman, but with her best friend, Selene?

The heartache tore through her soul like a sharp knife stabbing inward. Cassandra stood in the doorway of the apartment, her eyes wide open at the sight of Alaric and Selene locked in a passionate embrace. 

They felt no guilt whatsoever, as if the world was theirs alone. Not a word escaped Alaric's lips as she walked away — no attempt to follow her, as if her departure was meaningless.

“Give me another glass,” Cassandra said, her voice drowned out by the crowded bar. She ignored the concerned look of the bartender, who saw her chugging tequila like a drunk.

Today, her red dress, which clung to her body perfectly, seemed worthless, like a hope that had now been dashed. She stared at her glass with eyes that once sparkled with joy, now dark and full of sadness. 

Why did all this have to happen?

Why did the happiness she should have welcomed lead to such a painful betrayal?

Cassandra downed her drink in one gulp, burning her throat, as if to burn away all the good memories she had left. She chose to forget for a moment the figures of Alaric and Selene, probably laughing out loud now on the bed that had once been the hope of their love. All that remained was the bitterness and emptiness that hung over her heart.

Cassandra gritted her teeth and held back the rage that burned in her chest. Suddenly, without thinking, she pounded on the table, distracting everyone around her. “Why do I lament this fate?” she shouted, her voice loud in the nightclub crowd. “While these two traitors revel in my misery!” The decision flashed through her mind like lightning — if Alaric could have an affair, then she had every right to enjoy herself.

With renewed determination, Cassandra moved her gaze around, scrutinizing every man in the club.

Who could she get to shake up her night? 

Her brown eyes glanced around, assessing one man after another, until they finally stopped on a lone figure sitting in a VIP chair, surrounded by untouched drinks.

The man looked familiar, and as Cassandra sharpened her gaze, she felt her heart skip a beat. It was Caspian Verity, Alaric's father. Cassandra was both surprised and intrigued. 

How could she find her future father-in-law in this sinful place? 

Caspian, a forty-year-old man famous for his perfect life, is now in a dimly lit place that stands in stark contrast to his reputation outside.

With forced courage, Cassandra rose from her seat with a slightly staggered step. Her seductive smile, adorned with red lipstick, widened as her gaze met Caspian's eagle, sharp eyes.

“Cassandra?” Caspian called out her name in an incredulous tone. He shook his head, as if hoping to dispel that illusion. “Are you here?” 

Instead of sitting on the empty bench next to him, Cassandra stepped forward with unexpected boldness and sat on Caspian's lap, drawing a look of shock from the man's face. “Why do you look surprised? Didn't I get your attention?” she said in a teasing tone, trying to maintain control of this absurd situation.

Cassandra knew full well that what she was doing was crazy. But rather than sleep with a man she didn't know and who might have a history of venereal disease, she'd rather do it with him. And if she succeeded, sleeping with the middle-aged man could be a slap in the face to Alaric.

Sweet revenge, but also proof that she wasn't going to lose at the game of love.

“You seem drunk, Cassandra. Where's your boyfriend?” asked Caspian, pushing her hips slightly to get her off his lap. However, Cassandra insisted on staying seated and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You came here with your lover, didn't you?” Caspian repeated the question, trying to remind the girl in front of him that this situation was not natural.

Instead of answering, Cassandra placed her index finger on Caspian's lips, telling him to be quiet. “Don't mention that asshole's name when we're alone. Your favorite son is having an affair with Selene, and I'm here to have some fun with you, Uncle Caspian.”

Caspian paused, surprised by Cassandra's boldness. Her actions forced him to question the norms he had held dear. Still, he tried to keep his distance.

“Cassandra, this is not a good time. I'm going to give you a drink to relieve your stress. Come down and sit next to me,” he said firmly, trying to take control of a situation that was getting out of hand.

Cassandra shook her head quickly, unwilling to accept such a rejection. She tightened her embrace around Caspian's neck and brought her lips to his ears. “I don't want to just drink. I want to make something hot for you,” she replied, her seductive voice almost burning.

Without hesitation, Cassandra licked Caspian's ears in a seductive motion, sending a rush of electricity that made the middle-aged man's body freeze. Caspian's hands clenched into fists, the whitened fingers a sign that his defenses were beginning to crumble.

“This isn't funny at all. You remember who I am, don't you, Cass?” The warning came out of his mouth, though his voice couldn't hide the doubt that was beginning to creep into his heart. He was a sexually active grown man, but there were limits he had to keep — especially with his future daughter-in-law.

Cassandra, of course, knew who the man holding her hand gently currently was. It was Caspian's status as Alaric's father, in fact, that strengthened her resolve to sleep with him.

“Isn't it interesting to have hot sex with your son's future fiancée?” she asked in a teasing tone. “Are you sure you would rather not try it with me? I'm an expert at satisfying men.” The power of the alcohol coursing through her blood stirred courage she had never had before.

Perhaps not many would dare to cross the line when faced with a figure as powerful as him, but strangely, this middle-aged man seemed to take Cassandra's provocation in stride. In his mind, he knew that this was no ordinary act for the girl he had known as a dignified figure.

Caspian's sharp gaze touched his eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice deep with warning.

Cassandra did not hesitate. She nodded quickly, confirming her decision. “I am sure, Uncle Caspian.” 

She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, bringing her exposed chest into contact with the hard chest of the man before her. The tension in the air was palpable, and Caspian could feel his heart quickening, beating in time with the burning passion.

Hearing her response, Caspian rose from his position, lifting Cassandra with a strength that made him seem unencumbered. With steady steps, he left the VIP room carrying her.

“You better prepare yourself. Don't cry tomorrow when you walk like a duck,” he said, a joking tone slipping through the tension.

Cassandra laughed instead, not feeling scared at all. She tightened her embrace around Caspian's neck, breathing in the intoxicating masculine scent, a scent that mixed with the cinnamon perfume that made her feel even more lost. 

Tonight was the night to regain control, to destroy all the pain Alaric had left behind.

When the door to the VIP room closed with a loud bang, Caspian couldn't help himself. Instantly, his lips were pressed against Cassandra's with burning desire. He didn't care if the woman trapped in his arms was surprised; his feelings were much stronger than mere desire. 

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, his voice heavy and seductive as he laid Cassandra down on the white sofa by the window, the dim light casting a mysterious aura between them.

Cassandra, a young woman in her twenty-five who had always seemed confident, was now caught up in tension and passion. Though her heart was pounding hard, she obeyed Caspian's commands. Her small lips parted, inviting him to kiss her again, their tongues joining in a passionate dance she had never felt before. 

Her head spun, disoriented, as if the world around her had disappeared; there was only the two of them. The soft, erotic sound of their lips joining filled the room. Their eyes were filled with unspoken vibrations, and their breathing was labored as their lips parted, creating a thread of saliva that hung down their chins.

“Again, are you serious about this with me?” Caspian asked, a hint of doubt in his tone. Despite being mesmerized by Cassandra, his mind was brought back to reality — this woman was his son's lover.

Cassandra fell silent, her eyes widening as she felt Caspian's deep gaze, which seemed to pierce her soul. Her heart was beating rapidly, the realization of this dangerous situation further stirring the desire within her. She didn't answer, instead she grabbed Caspian's neck and pulled him closer, bringing their lips together again in a deeper kiss.

With a gentle touch, her fingers explored Caspian's broad chest, making every second count. Caspian felt the touch as consent.

Instantly, the clothes wrapped around their bodies fell away without breaking the kiss. As Cassandra's hands began to touch the muscles of Caspian's abdomen, the man bit lightly on her neck, creating a new wave of desire.

“Spread your legs, Cass,” he whispered in Cassandra's ear, his voice husky and trembling, inviting her into a world where only they existed.

Cassandra spread her legs, biting her lip defiantly, her eyes fixed on him with a seductive look that seemed to arouse the primal side of the man. “Please fuck me hard, Daddy…”

Caspian was petrified, caught in a tense moment. Those words — an invitation and a challenge — awakened the long-dormant monster within him.